...futile that it is as Paul's appears to be closed for the holiday week-end, and so we bike to the tennis courts and we put in a good game
of me running away from the hard serves Ed's into on this day.

At home, I
google local yoga classes over lunch...

(robin outside, looking in)

I’d tried yoga many, many times – alone, with daughter, with
Ed, with friends and each time I walked away thinking – my, that was nice, but it
went no further. That was then. Time to return to the stretches and the poses. Ed asks -- want to buy a used yoga mat off of Craigs list?

In the evening I make tomato bisque.

So, soup tonight and maybe every night henceforth and
we’re surely hungry for it after all that biking and avoiding hard serves and
the air is still cool and Ed works on replacing the rotted board up on the
dormer overhang and I’m thinking – not so terribly old after all. Not him, not me. Not just yet.